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“There’s chips in the cabinet and ice cream in the freezer. Stay away from knives and fire. Okay, I’ve done my part. I’m going to bed.”
“When I had an earache, my mom would piss in my ear to kill the pain,” my dad once told me in an effort to illustrate the depths of his family’s poverty. “That just seems weird, Dad. Not something poor people do.” “Yeah, maybe that was a bad example,” he said after thinking about it for a moment.
“I just want silence…. Jesus, it doesn’t mean I don’t like you. It just means right now, I like silence more.”
“You worry too much. Eat some bacon…. What? No, I got no idea if it’ll make you feel better, I just made too much bacon.”
“Get out your math book. We’re gonna cure this case of the stupids,”
The only place I could watch it was in my parents’ room. They had the only VCR in the house, which made me feel like a gazelle finding out that the only watering hole in a thousand-mile radius was inside a lion’s den.
Then tears began streaming down his face and he ran away, arms at his sides, dangling like two limp strands of overcooked spaghetti.
“What happened? Did somebody punch you in the face?!…The what? The air is dry? Do me a favor and tell people you got punched in the face.”
“Los Angeles is like San Diego’s older, uglier sister that has herpes.”
Your mother thinks you’re handsome. This should be an exciting day for you,” my dad barked.
“The baby will talk when he talks, relax. It ain’t like he knows the cure for cancer and just ain’t spitting it out.”
“People are always trying to tell you how they feel. Some of them say it outright, and some of them, they tell you with their actions. And you have to listen. I don’t know what will happen with your lady friend. I think she’s a nice person, and I hope you get what you want. But do me a favor: Listen, and don’t ignore what you hear.”
